Just there for Kesav's poonal. Started with Mohan's son...but Kesav has an identity of his own. He is a one pony show- Energy, sense of humour, all smiles and of course a most lovable child. Ribbed Mohan when Mohan was slipping on following the priests instructions. Kesav braved a fever, did all that was expected of him, enjoyed all the photo- ops, all smiles and poses a la Krishna with his Gopi's all around him.
I enjoyed all the kids around all ages, sometimes more than the time I spent with the Grown ups . I was in great humour all through.
Paddu, Premanna, Mama and Mami.....I travelled in different time zones, period in which I got to know each of them well. Rejoiced and acknowledged variously the pleasures and pains they have travelled through. Kalpana, I missed talking to as she juggled with Kesav's illness, the event and moods of many. I was in my home just different.
Thiruvananthapuram city is a beauty, as you land you approach back from the south and to you right you see one of the most beautiful beaches, the sea in green and blue hues is breath taking and fresh. The land is one massive orchard of coconut trees. The city is on the western ghats with sloping roads, very few high rises, lovely old buildings, a lot of Baker style bunglows thrown in, all roads clean. The sea breeze keeping the air so fresh and earthy. A definite drive down is on the cards, the drive down Konkan all the way down is beckoning and does not the Safari that wont fit into my parking lot.
Mams's house is in Jawahar Nagar, bunglow type houses, lovely garden some old fruit trees chickoo, Mango, coconut, some pots of anthurium. The red oxide cement floor polished a gleaming rich red. Spartan, minimalist beautiful. A house that I would love to retire into.
On another note...
I am keen observer of mankind.. Harini will say I stare too hard if some people catch my attention... she is not talking jollu or maybe she is ...anyway... there were this bunch of women all from oh so sufi Bombay who got my goat... Just as we boarded the plane... all of them travelling sponsored business class... doing an awful imitation of the accent they would have to deal with in Thiruvanathapuram airport .... with uh so falsetto sufi accents....Wanted to tell them one thing... the Malyalee of Thiruvananathapuram could best you anyday in their chosen language ..English and do manage Hindi and Malyalam with aplomb while you struggle to just get you accent so uppity...."get real maam" do not hide your ignorance under that pale faced, western attired, sophisticated bearing...Malyalees have made Kovalam even more welcoming by letting you get your tongue around to pronounce Trivandrum rather than struggle with Thiruvananthapuram.
Mohan ... thanks for the invite..
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